I want a session where my nipples are the main focus. The ler starts with some warm up pokes and tickles through my clothes, eventually getting their hands under my shirt and pulling my bra down to gently rub my nipples as I stand there and pretend to not want it. Then he walks me over to the bed and lays me down, leaves my shirt covering my torso but my bra pulled down. He starts spider tickling my nipples through my shirt and I resist the urge to fight back for a little before I try to grab his hands. He easily pins my arms above my head and with his other hand, tickles my upper ribs before returning to my very sensitive breasts. Soon after, he ties my arms and then legs, spread eagle, and stays by my feet to get some good laughs. He works his way back up, with stops at my knees and emphasis on my inner thighs. Next, he grabs lotion and lathers my stomach up before tickling me into near-psychosis. I thrash and tire myself out and when he thinks I’ve had enough, he goes back to the nipples. Now, my shirt is lifted and behind my head, my bra has been removed, and he spider tickles, rubs, pinches, and plays around with my nipples until I’m making any and every sound. As I curse at him for not giving me a break, he hunkers down and continues to tickle my nipples incessantly. Eventually I’ve begged and screamed enough, so he decides to be nice. He wants to give me some relief so lowers my shirt over my head, just low enough to cover my chest. He leaves one boob covered and one uncovered, where he places his mouth on the uncovered nipple and gently puckers and unpuckers, kissing it gently and almost creating a light suction. While doing this, the other nipple is being so gently circled through my shirt. He does this until my back arches and my hips move. Then he picks up speed a little. He hardens his tongue and flicks it across my nipple, and tickles the covered nipple with a little more pressure. As my laughter picks back up, I ask him to go back to what he was doing before and he denies my request. He sits himself up on my stomach and lowers my shirt over both boobs, creating a tight and flat surface with the shirt. Then he tickles and tickles and tickles. I shake and throw my head, I cackle, and try to convince myself that everything is actually fine and I can handle it, until he doesn’t stop and the cycle repeats itself. I tell him my nipples are getting sore, they’re so sensitive. And he says he has the remedy. He grabs the lotion again and lifts my shirt all the way up, behind my head, and lathers lotion in my armpits, which catches me off guard. I giggle and laugh and thank him for switching spots. He smiles and pumps more lotion into his hands before applying it to my breasts. Knowing now what he’s going to do, I panic. I beg for him to tickle anywhere else, to take a brush to my feet or torture my stomach and sides but please leave my nipples alone. Naturally, he doesn’t listen. He adds extra lotion and explains that my nipples are sore because of the friction but if he creates some slip, it will be enjoyable again. I tense up as he rubs the lotion on my nipples and teases me with lingering hands gliding off and on my boobs. Then, he tickles my nipples and watches in delight as I go crazy from the sensation. It tickles too much for me to know what to do with myself. I’m tied too tight, he’s got his legs pinned around my torso, and I’m tired. There’s nothing to do but lay there and take and it and laugh like an idiot. So I do. I lay there and laugh and he sits there and tickles until he feels I’ve had enough. And when he stops, I catch my breath and bait him into doing it all over again 😌
